Monthly Archives: March 2011

It’s the end of the world! 2012 is approaching with the hobbled gait of a determined but very drunk assassin.

With any luck we’ll all be destroyed before the land is suffocating under the weight of loads of people in shorts running about a bit being all athletic and suchlike.

It seems to me like the Olympics is having the same effect similar to that of a bunch of teenagers realising that their parents are coming back off holiday today and the house is a wreck. I’m often walking by scaffolding after scaffolding, site after site of repairs, demolishing, rebuilding, jazzing up, renewing… plentifold extravagance that leaves me confused and still sober. So before I walk through the hallowed doors of my local for a pick-me-up or two I stare at the cranes and the gobbing builders and just shout, “Oi! Nuffing wrong with it. Piss off.” I can’t see the point of it all. The air is filled with drills and hammers and swearing and big builders vehicles rumbling and hissing through all the hours and putting me well on edge.

Telly coverage is already picking up and will soon fill our senses with no room left in life for other, more noble pleasures such as shouting at Eastenders or watching The Sweeney and then running round the house pretending to shoot at scumbag crooks before banging your knee and trying not to cry because you’re a grown up now and your mum is in another county.

And with the coverage growing, we’ll also get to see more of that bloody awful logo. What a bloody mistake that was! Back in 2007 after the unveiling of this gobstrosity, early indications were a little poor:

“We’ve had a huge reaction to the launch of the new logo – most of it negative.”

And in most recent news, hopeful that the organisers will finally take the bloody hint and change the damn thing:

“Iran could boycott the London Olympics after claiming the Games’ 2012 logo is “racist” because it resembles the word “Zion” – a biblical term for Jerusalem.”